A voice asked who was there and I answered I was over at the match in Buttevant and was walking back and that I'd be thankful for a glass of water. I was there to protect and defend the little creatures in the world the most bereaved and the most lovable, the appeal of whose helplessness had suddenly become only too explicit, a deep, constant ache of one's own committed heart. Please feel free to ask to check the status of your state. The heavy lumpish phrase sank slowly out of hearing like a stone through a quagmire.
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